Alexie's text is hilarious and heartbreaking. This is the story of Arnold Spirit (aka. Junior) and his life on an Indian reservation in Spokane. (I use the term "Indian" here, instead of Native American, due to its use in the text itself.)
In high school, Arnold's teacher, Mr. P, tells him he needs, to leave the reservation. Arnold takes the advice, leaves the reservation school of Wellpinit and enrolls at Reardan, a "white" school just outside the reservation. For this, the Indians of the reservation practically disown Arnold. When Arnold starts playing basketball for Reardan, he get shunned and abused by the members of the reservation community during a game at the Wellpinit high school.
Although he was never popular, Arnold struggles to maintain his friendship with Rowdy, who he tries to convince to attend Reardan with him. Strangely, Arnold seems to be more accepted by the Reardan students than the students at Wellpinit. He says he succeeds at basketball because the others at Reardan expect him to succeed.
Arnold has to dead with the deaths of those close to him due largely to alcohol. In one case, a beloved member of his family is hit by a drunk driver. In another instance, someone close to him is shot in the face by a friend after they had both been drinking. Finally, a member of his family dies when their home burns because "[she] was too freaking drunk to feel any pain when she burned to death!" (205)
Alcohol abuse, poverty and violence are central themes in this novel. The Indians of the reservation seem to be perpetually drunk and brawling. Arnold notes that the families are often hungry (which makes food taste better) and parents beating their children is an everyday occurance.
Towards then end of the novel, Arnold seems near a breaking point:
"But I was crying for my tribe, too. I was crying because I knew five or ten or fifteen more Spokanes would die during the next year, and that most of them would die because of booze.
I cried because so many of my fellow tribal members were slowly killing themselves and I wanted them to live. I wanted them to get strong and get sober and get the hell off the rez.
It's a weird thing.
Reservations were meant to be prisons, you know? Indians were supposed to move onto the reservations and die. We were supposed to disappear.
But somehow or another, Indians have forgotten that reservations were meant to be death camps.
I wept because I was the only one who was brave and crazy enough to leave the rez. I was the only one with enough arrogance.
I wept and wept and wept because I knew that I was never going to drink and because I was never going to kill myself and because I was going to have a better life out in the white world."
Although the content is difficult to digest, the text ends on an overall optimistic tone. I enjoyed this book and think you will too.
Published September 2007
ISBN # 0316013684